Two years I thought, disbelieving. In lockdown for two years! I looked at the musty sidewalk. The town had turned into a jungle. The road was now a river of weeds and grass. The refugee islands were submerged under water. Rats roamed the streets in unwavering packs devouring whatever was in sight. Cobwebs were hooked in whatever crevice they could find. The houses were giant piles of spongy, dirty, wet moss. The news reporter on the tv asked “how was lockdown for you?” I felt like screaming. We are still in lockdown. Can we ever go back to our normal way of life?